Fave Rap verse?

Orizio

Mos Def's verse on Thieves in the Night.:eek:

Yo, I'm sure that everbody out listenin agree
That everything you see ain't really how it be
A lot of jokers out runnin in place, chasin the style
Be a lot goin on beneath the empty smile
Most cats in my area be lovin the hysteria
Synthesized surface conceals the interior
America, land of opportunity, mirages and camoflauges
More than usually -- speakin loudly, sayin nothin
You confusin me, you losin me
Your game is twisted, want me enlisted -- in your usary
Foolishly, most men join the ranks cluelessly
Buffoonishly accept the deception, believe the perception
Reflection rarely seen across the surface of the lookin glass
Walkin the street, wonderin who they be lookin past
Lookin gassed with them imported designer shades on
Stars shine bright, but the light -- rarely stays on
Same song, just remixed, different arrangement
Put you on a yacht but they won't call it a slaveship
Strangeness, you don't control this, you barely hold this
Screamin brand new, when they just sanitized the old ****
Suppose it's, just another clever Jedi mind trick
That they been runnin across stars through all the time with
I find it's distressin, there's never no in-between
We either niggaz or Kings
We either bitches or Queens
The deadly ritual seems immersed, in the perverse
Full of short attention spans, short tempers, and short skirts
Long barrel automatics released in short bursts
The length of black life is treated with short worth
Get yours first, them other niggaz secondary
That type of illin that be fillin up the cemetary
This life is temporary but the soul is eternal
Separate the real from the lie, let me learn you
Not strong, only aggressive, cause the power ain't directed
That's why, we are subjected to the will of the oppressive
Not free, we only licensed
Not live, we just excitin
Cause the captors.. own the masters.. to what we writin
Not compassionate, only polite, we well trained
Our sincerity's rehearsed in stage, it's just a game
Not good, but well behaved cause the ca-me-ra survey
most of the things that we think, do, or say
We chasin after death just to call ourselves brave
But everyday, next man meet with the grave
I give a damn if any fan recall my legacy
I'm tryin to live life in the sight of God's memory
Like that y'all

scuba steve

Mobb Deep-Shook Ones2

[Prodigy]
I got you stuck off the realness, we be the infamous
you heard of us
official Queensbridge murderers
the Mobb comes equipped with warfare, beware
of my crime family who got nuff shots to share
for all of those who wanna profile and pose
rock you in your face, stab your brain wit' your nosebone
you all alone in these streets, cousin
every man for theirself in this land we be gunnin'
and keep them shook crews runnin'
like they supposed to
they come around but they never come close to
I can see it inside your face
you're in the wrong place
cowards like you just get they're whole body laced up
with bullet holes and such
speak the wrong words man and you will get touched
you can put your whole army against my team and
I guarantee you it'll be your very last time breathin'
your simple words just don't move me
you're minor, we're major
you all up in the game and don't deserve to be a player
don't make me have to call your name out
your crew is featherweight
my gunshots'll make you levitate
I'm only nineteen but my mind is old
and when the things get for real my warm heart turns cold
another nigga deceased, another story gets told
it ain't nothin' really
hey, yo dun spark the Phillie
so I can get my mind off these yellowbacked niggas
why they still alive I don't know, go figure
meanwhile back in Queens the realness is foundation
if I die I couldn't choose a better location
when the slugs penetrate you feel a burning sensation
getting closer to God in a tight situation
now, take these words home and think it through
or the next rhyme I write might be about you

Chorus:
Son, they shook...
'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
scared to death, scared to look
they shook
'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
scared to death, scared to look

livin' the live that of diamonds and guns
there's numerous ways you can choose to earn funds...earn funds
some of 'em get shot, locked down and turn nuns
cowardly hearts end straight up shook ones...shook ones
he ain't a crook son, he's just a shook one...shook one

evil_seed

Now if a bad bitch wants dick, then its dick I give her
Ludacris nigga, I stand and deliver
Neva back down, won't shake nor shiver
**** with me and get found in the Chattahoochee River
This 7 inch shank, will put a stop to his ticker
But shoties to the body make him drop much quicker
Yeah I appear to be a nice lil nigga
**** with anything I love, I'm a stone cold killa
Eating off of 'Sace (versace), sleeping on chinchilla
8 figga nigga, I'm a multi milla
See me in the street, it can't get no realer
Giving back to my hood with a pocket full of scrilla
My neighbors say my house can't get no bigga
I do good ass bidness, with a bad ass temper
Please tell ya bitch, stop playing with my zipper
Or I'll Brrrrddd Stick Her HaHaHa Stick HER!

C_Breeze

its explicit when i hit it baby all night long knock ur head againsat the bed till the inside's gone

do it baby, stick it baby, do it baby, get it, make that ass clap every time that i hit it,
now all i need is liqouer and weed , two dyke bitches straight down to get g'd.

Executive Steve

not quite "rap" but from a Beenie Man tune, forget the name of it, its class anyway....

"she want a man fi put her in a trance
a man fi roughly turn her round and make she belly dance
rude bwoy lovin with an ickle romance
she want fi get wild but she never had a chance
she said she never had it so deep
so right now i'm the man she definitely wanna keep
her ex boyfriend used to come and drop asleep
thats when me pager start beep"

and then, after the chorus:::

you hearrrrd,
what she preferrrrred,
she want a man who makes she fly like a birrrrd
she want a real man she dont want a nerrrrd,
she want him give her it good mark me worrrrrd,
i'm not a perv,
but i'm assured,
she want to rock an hour long till it hurts
her ex boyfriend he ain't got the nerve,
she call the waiter but she not get served"

Corholio

Rakim on "Don't Sweat The Technique"

"They wanna know how many rhymes have I ripped in rep up, but
Researchers never found all the pieces yet
Scientists try to solve the context
Philosophers are wondering what's next
Pieces are took to last who observe them
They couldn't absorb them, they didn't deserve them
My ideas are only for the audience's ears

For my opponents, it might take years
Pencils and pens, are swords
Letters put together form a key to chords
I'm also a sculpture, born with structure
Because of my culture, I'm a rip and destruct the
Difficult styles that'll be for the technology
Complete sights and new heights after I get deep
You don't have to speak just seek -

And peep the technique "

Seaneh

The Militia:Verse Three: Freddie Foxxx

You niggaz owe me for my rhymes, I come to collect
For you dope fiend niggaz in rap, I here to inject, check
My style is water baby, spread it around
But when you niggaz don't flow it right and **** up my sound
I get down; in '89 I spit the buck in the face
of every MC that came in the place, a scar you'll never erase
MC's are only recognized for their flows
I'm worldwide for the bitches, that I turned into hoes
You heard me spit it on Jew-elz, that's how it goes
For all them faking ass niggaz and how I bust up they nose
And while your, nose is drippin, and drainin blood
I be standing over you screamin, "Nigga, WHAT, WHAT?! Nigga WHAT?!"
Niggas feel my presence, like I'm right in they palm
Cause a stormy day is coming, when you see me so calm, it's on
No more twin glocks, they jam up my plays
Now its twin .40 calibre Walther PPK's
I'm in the control of my game, you must respect me like The Ref
Uh-huh, you disrespect *gun clicks* you get the tech
I turn you fake niggaz on and off, like I'm the clapper
I rob so many niggaz, they should call me Jack the Rapper
I'll the illest nigga doing this, dead or alive
Gloria Gaynor on you mother****ers, I Will Survive
You can try to come at me, but do you want the kick back?
You snap inside the cage of a pit, and you get bit back, huh
My war is so tight, my drama so ill
Beef with me hangs around like a unpaid bill
I push these lyrics through any MC, and make it burn
So the niggaz who be rhyming next, will miss a turn
When you speak of who's the dopest MC, I don't come up
But when you speak of who's the livest MC, I stay what up, what's up?
I got stripes while you got strikes and bogus mikes
Do what bitch niggaz do best *UTFO sample* bite
You niggaz can't make up a law that I don't overrule, overthrow
Prim' brought Bumpy these tracks so I can let you know
Before I slide I'ma leave you this jewel
Even mechanics walk around with they tools
It's the Militia

Ay Cee

Good one Seaneh. Great verse by Bumpy.

Some of my favourite lines ever are his two about Noreaga.
"I'm sick and tired of NORE and his what, what, what,
Write some rhymes nigga or give this **** up, up, up."

So simple but it says so much

Klimseven

Viktor Vaugn (Mf Doom) - Vaudeville Villain

V. Vaughn, the traveling Vaudeville Villain
Who don't give a flying f uck who ain't not feeling him
Watch what ya' dealing him: ace, king, death card
Strong-arm the wrong man, pardon the left, god
Get money and earn it, then everything you touch turn $hit
Got much to learn kid, light it up burn $hit
Light it up like the Dutch when the hash melt
Only time they see him is when they need him with the cash belt
Ay carumba, now that's my number
One dry summer, as far as I remember
Burnt out, but gaining every edgy penny
Then he hit him straight to the head like Reggie Denny
Call him back when you need some more 'gnac, horse-yak
Doing 80 down the Van Wyck on horseback
Ya' man sick but he wreck tracks, puto
Get back too bro', exactamundo
Viktor the director flip a script like Rob Reiner
The way a lotta dudes rhyme their name should be "knob shiner"
For a buck, they'd likely dance the Jig or do the Hucklebuck
To Vik it's no big deal, they're just a buncha knuckle-f ucks
You wonder how well would they hold up in a holding cell
It sorta had the strange makings of a tale told in hell
Like "Oh well," hold tall riches
If the Feds is really after him they'll just tell all the snitches
On borrowed-time rhymes, gassed by the silver screen
They cat like their monkey ass can heal back like Wolverine
Mellow out what y'all bellow out ya' yellow mouth
What happened to the kinda spit that used to help a fellow out?
No doubt, leave a rapper in a body cast
And wonder what he was doing while we was in a karate class
Snotty ass, it's really like he was a white-belt
Right before he "night-night" ask him how the light felt
I wouldn't take their tape if they gave it free
Maybe it's me, maybe it's V!
Throw down the key, y'all know how $hit be
In the naked city, rappers is so giddy
That's no ditty, Vaughn so witty
The way he take no prisoners and show no pity
It's how son became a big man from a Black boy
To name names, a really big fan of Dan Akroyd
He feel they need to give him his own dance
This his only chance to shoot the gift like a lone glance
Or like a beef scene that leave the oo-ey smoking
Or between Hoktuo Shinken and Nanto Koukakuken


and Hey! (Mf Doom):

I only play the games that I win at
And stay the same with more rhymes than there's ways to skin cats
As a matter of fact, let me rephrase
With more rhymes and more ways to fillet felines these days
Watch the path of the black one
Supervillian he wrecks clubs for dell
In a drunken stupor chillin
Ready and willin to inadvertantly foil that plan of any rhymer, whiner or
spoiled brat
Who got more snottier flows than snotty nose?
And holds mics like he knows karate body blows
Nobody knows the trouble I see
from the MPB fly dirty tailin the eye bubble eye thirty
For the record this is some $hit I just thought of y'all
Science fiction that's not admissable in no court of law
I live to rock mics 3-D
The only reason I seek to stop to snuff the TV
I heard beats, they sound like karaoke
With monkey rhymers on a leash like don't have this fairy choke me
Hit 'em with a penny so we can get these peanuts
And I thought we was nuts, I used to get free cuts
They locks Lex Luthor up in green haven
Since then a nigga never really been too clean shaven
Misbehavin rap stars need mistament
Call me Mista Bent
I'm at where your sister went
Intelligent, used to write and be well spoke
Now all a nigga wanna do is fight and sell, tell a joke
This could lead to catastrophe
Bout to stop the violence right after these last three shots from the black
bat got me at headlock
Holdin on to sanity while stranded at dreadlock
She told me get off I said
Bitch, let me set this $hit off so I could get rich right quick
Then it hit me like the point of intoxication
Nigga come out and rock this nation like oxifacen
A lot of niggas out is rusty like oxidation
In the world's most strangest most dangerous occupation
But you could do it, you the Super like in your building
Villian like trife kingdom wear and all my children
Plottin and it sure to pay ends
With some more mature womens and more of they friends
And when bad men roll tight, it's actual true
Like a pack of big bamboo with natural glue
Who grip necks of becks next to triple X
He just came before D followed the ripple effects
And it'll lead you right to him
Oh snap, it seems you walked into a trap do wrap
Zoinks, this place is filled with pretender willies
One false move and get broke off like end of phillies
True believers ain't nothin new to a
Crook with special powers like how to tell the future uh uh
Rhyme of the month two page long
Bustin off two gages with my cake gone wrong
Son it's on remind me of a Raekwon tape song
With a fleet of super bad status Rae Dawn Chong
Let me know if y'alls with me y'all
Nasty yo and geographic down to the titty bar
Rap monster outer city y'all
To all my brothers who is doin' unsettling bids
You could have got away with it if it was not for them meddling kids

Klimseven

wanted to add these aswell, from Playin Yaself - Jeru tha Damaja:

Verse One:

Now, I don't push a Lex
Others had their turn to flex, Jeru is up next
All, these so called players up in the rap game
Got brothers on the corner selling cooked cocaine
It used to be LaToya and, jim hats
But now it's uzis macs and, g-packs of cracks
Everybody's psycho or some type of goodfellow
But me I keep it real that's all swine like jello
Don't drink Cristal, and I can't stand Mo
Never received currency for moving a kilo
Or an ounce, make em bounce to this fake-pimp free flow
I never knew hustlers, confessed in stereo
Or on video get caught you'll know who turned State's
Evidence, murder weapon, confession and fingerprints
Mama always said watch what comes out your mouth
Tight case for the DA from here to down South
Knowledge wisdom understanding like King Solomon's wealth
You're a player but only because you be playin yourself

Verse Two:

Now these ladies is lookin pretty from city to city
I refined a few I met, around the country
The nitty gritty, it's all reality, no question
Actual fact like tight jeans cause yeast infections
And sisters with good minds, get no respect when
Their ass is all hangin out, playin the bar section
of the club shake what your mama gave ya, back to the lab
I drop the truth, cause rhyming is more than just my craft
Or a way to get ass, or fast cash, or blasted
Black women, make sure you're respected
When niggaz is kickin that old off the wall $hit, let em know
from jump: "Dead it", you're not ignorant
Knowledge wisdom understanding is the key to wealth
Put some clothes on that ass if you respect yourself


Verse Three:

Now, I don't bust a tec, bubble drugs
in the projects, or use mics to sell sex
Niggaz, nowadays is all about this
So much ying yang, it's ridiculous
If you got so much cheese where are the black distributors
And these record companies shake em down like mobsters
But impostors, like commercial locks are not rastas
Always fakin moves, never, makin moves
Asses shake, bottles pop, the government is breakin down
you fools, you work all week and give the devil back his loot
for jewels, and the steak on your plate is filled
with chemicals, still, brothers leave brothers
all battered and bruised, on the streets
Won't see snakes on my feet
The race is on, but I won't compete
In this competition, because I have a greater mission
I hope that you listen
Knowledge wisdom and understanding brings, long life
and health, think anything else and ya playin yaself

chiller

evil_seed wrote:

Now if a bad bitch wants dick, then its dick I give her
Ludacris nigga, I stand and deliver
Neva back down, won't shake nor shiver
**** with me and get found in the Chattahoochee River
This 7 inch shank, will put a stop to his ticker
But shoties to the body make him drop much quicker
Yeah I appear to be a nice lil nigga
**** with anything I love, I'm a stone cold killa
Eating off of 'Sace (versace), sleeping on chinchilla
8 figga nigga, I'm a multi milla
See me in the street, it can't get no realer
Giving back to my hood with a pocket full of scrilla
My neighbors say my house can't get no bigga
I do good ass bidness, with a bad ass temper
Please tell ya bitch, stop playing with my zipper
Or I'll Brrrrddd Stick Her HaHaHa Stick HER!

quailty verse big ups to luda

hiphopfanno1

I love Jay-z's in Diamonds remix

Jigga]
Yup, I got it from here, K, damn.
The chain, the man, the game is intact
The name is mine I'll take the blame for that.
The pressure is on, but guess who ain't gona crack
Hahaha.
Pardon me, I had to laugh at that!
How could you falter, when you the rock of Gibraltar
I had to get off the boat, so I could walk on water.
This ain't no tall order, this is nuffn to me.
Difficult takes a day, impossible takes a week.
I do this in my sleep. I sell kilos of coke.
I'm guessin' I can sell CDs
I'm not a business man, I'm a business, maan.
And I handle my business, damn!
Kanyezey, you got me. Freeway, then Foxy.
Wykeeze, Teairra Mari, Peedi watch me.
Bleek could be one hit away his whole career.
As long as I'm alive, he's a millionaire.
And even if I die, he's in my will somewhere.
So he could just kick back and chill somewhere
Oh yeah, he don't even have to write rhymes.
The dynasty like my money last three lifetimes.
Shirley Bassey in the wear sayin exactly
what I've been saying practically my whole career.
A diamond is forever and I'll be mining this forever
And now the Louis Vuitton Don coming, couldn't be better.
People lined up to see the Titanic sinking
Instead, we rose from the ashes like a phoenix.
If you waitin' for the end of this dynasty sign,
It'll seem like forever is a mighty long time.
[Forever...]
Yo, bitches.
Hahahaha.
(Aaaay!)
G'night!

Burago

I can't hear this song enough

Holy Smokes by Aesop Rock...

Well they were selfish with the helmets on the little bus 'til break fluid sewage crippled up the get retarded nickle punks. Slowly cope, but swore his lowly robot foley folk would one day rise in sections to interrogate the Holy Ghost. Holy smokes, father, black suit, white collar, kiddy porn dungeon, guns and 3 fingers for your daughters caught belly up. Antique Nazi paraphernalia. You cannot pay your bills with holy water and Hail Mary luck. Shucks, ****er, enjoy the Alcatraz shower fun and Mommy's mad I'm cliche generation X agnostic fron. It ain't the nifty faith of 1958 before the new new testament approved altar boy fisting rape and take me to your leader, long as he don't manipulate toddler beaver .Call me crazy but I'd bet that wasn't God's demeanor. Sodometere peaking. But Long Island was Jesus every weekend, spoon-fed to appease traditional upbringing of a middle Pennsylvania **** hole where elder's movement stressed a stellar therapeutic bible cycle. One church with a bait and tackle store next door and not much more. So the two moved to New York, made babies raised on what they'd saw. Christmas morning smelled fresher than angel pussy, but Immaculate Conception came second to playful goodies. Like Laser Tag as way more spiritual than blood and body wafer bags and manger staff as long as Santa ate the cookies. Grandma was a saint while he'd paint with snakes and bullies, said "If only you'd memorize your prayers like you did your Kool G." See by the time I's old enough to know what religion was, I's Catholicism numb and truly didn't give a ****. '94 moved out the crib and ain't seen a steple since, while Knievel evil seeps in the Christian leaders pitch. 'Til priest lap slapped with parental advisory warnings, I'll be auditioning gods in my office on Monday morning.

Uh-oh, and yet another pill slip down the hatch. It patch him through the kill switch. I need a couple A's for Q's. I'm not an asshole, I'm just a little confused.

Just a little bruised in the back of the pews, acting amused with a mask on them Vatican blues, for in the eyes of the organization I was raised in, Aes is just another sinning brick in hell's basement. Cubicle adjacent to the killers and rapists. For what? Drugs and ****ing part of growing up. Like cuffs over dumb **** is better than the schools. I'm not an asshole, I'm just a little confused. Just a lit fuse in the back of the pews watching a thousand flavors of the same God feud. I figure ultimate peace is the common theme, so it's a no-brainer peace when the blood hit the screen. I got a basic good and evil sensibility born. Good neighbor know a halo wouldn't fit over horns. I'm more science than faith, I'm more karma than bread and booze. I'm not an asshole, I'm just a little confused.

Soupi

Dr Dre's Chronic 2001 - Lets get high - Ms Roq

Nigga WHUT??! I'm a hustlin bitch!
I like them get rich niggaz, them hit the switch niggaz
Niggaz bout the sex and which bitch to hit next
while I'm kickin my game and collectin them checks
Got all y'all niggaz vexed to f**k this triple-X rated hoe
You say you ain't eat it - you ate it though
And uhh, Roq don't stop, can't be droppin no drawers
To the niggaz how you figure got you ****tin in yours
Yeah, little dicks always runnin they mouth
While a bitch is better off to masturbate and be out
All you bitches up in here know what I'm talkin about
Get the loot, get the ice, f**k the wife, no doubt
Tryin to live lavish, marry a big dick and stay carried
Holla back at them niggaz that hollered at me
Pop the Cris', whip the six and ****
and have all y'all niggaz limp when I twist my ****
Yeah! Bitch ass niggaz!

her flow is savage

Zulu

Rap Game. I taught the Pig-Latin rap was very smart.

I抦a get snuffed
Cause I aint said enough to pipe down
I pipe down when the white house is whipped out
when I see that lil cheany dike get snipped out
lights out bitch adios goodnight
now put that in your lil pipe and bite down
think for a minute cause the hype has died down
that I wont go up in the oval office right now
and flip whatever ain抰 tied down upside down
I抦 all for America, **** the government
tell that C. Doloris Tucker slut to suck a dick
mutha ****er duck what the **** son of a bitch
take away my gun and I抦 a tuck some other ****
cant tell me **** about the tricks of this trade
switch blade with a lil switch to switch blades
switch from a 6 to a 16 inch blade
****s like a samurai sword a sensei
**** just don抰 change to this day
im this way still till I utslay itchbay
ucksay my ickday
scuse my igpay atinlay
but uckfay a igpay

spacecoyote

MC Paul Barman "Bleeding Brain Grow"

You'll probably read this and think its sh*t but i'll give my reasons after it.

"Ma Origami Magi Roam,
Eve,
Mika Rza Evil JD Nasir is Osiris and J-Live AZ Rakim,
Cormega Cage Mr OC,
Im Anomie I Mon Ami"

Sounds like gibberish mixed with a shout out to some rappers, but now read each line backwards and you'll see why I like it. Theres not any other rapper that could drop 5 palindromes (i know Eve is a bit of a cheap one) in a row in the middle of verse, especially combining the names of 9 different rappers for the 3rd one! I don't have it layed out properly so it doesn't look like it rhymes, but it does when its spaced properly.

Barman is a quality MC, he looks like a complete geek, hes a skinny white jewish guy with thick curly hair. He was discovered by Prince Paul and has the seal of approval from the likes of MF Doom. He's not everyones cup of tea, but if you're looking for an alternative to the majority of Hip-Hop you're likely to hear you should check him out. He's had two releases, Paullelujah and It's Very Stimulating.

Orizio

lol at some of verses in this thread.:rolleyes:

Nas killing it as usual.This was unreleased(half of his Best of is full of unreleased stuff frankly)and is in my opinion one of his very best tracks.Easily Illmatic quality.Think it was made during the Stillmatic sessions,might be wrong though.

Nas-Star Wars

For niggaz up in they mom's crib listenin
To this unadulterated Nas **** wishin it was them
Instead of, me on this track on this beach with palm trees
Drinks with umbrellas straws telling it raw
Jungle of concrete killers and snakes I was amongst that
Bundles of crack through this funnel that's black
I want you to vision through my telescope see the hell I wrote
It's Reynolds when I Wrap it like a envelope package
And they was into dope back then
Numbers, pimpin and robbin, well they still robbin and pimpin
But it's small change compared to hip hoppin
And did I mention millions because of lip poppin
Trips expensive gift shoppin whip drivin
Benzes, Jeeps, see, them and they bitch got one
It's shockin - you thinkin "naw it's just rhymin"
But all this time it's like organized crimin
For instance, there was a time when there was a line
Between streets and business, but now peep how it's mixed in
The beef is now sickenin, everybody got paper
Words of power, because of it the cops hate ya
The government watchin all of those who thuggin it
They wanna lock us up cause they kids are lovin it
Not knowin that most rappers are straight ass
And shots ring out, whenever we clash it's Star Wars

[Chorus]
We call it Star Wars
What happens when the shots ring out? It's called Star Wars
We call it Star Wars

[Verse 2]
Caviar never, I rather the Cajun blacken
Catfish no snails simple nigga to please
Met a bad bitch dimples in her cheeks
She remembers Busy B battles when it was peace
Caught myself driftin in thought, cause now it's different I thought
Niggaz was raised off the **** I record
Like I was brought up off that Planet Rock
Kurtis Blow, James Todd Smith, Shan and Scott LaRock in the jams
Why would they **** with a don? Jehovah witness
Him and his co-defendants, I eat 'em like Lucky Charms
With two percent low fat milk, five percent pro black built
It's nothin mother had him mother**** him
I don't think about it niggaz talkin there's a lot of gossip
That I'm a prophet or I can't go back to my projects
Can I? Does a plant grow from a pot? yes
Do trees grow from a forest MC's y'all are clitoris
Y'all niggaz roll with any click that's winnin any crew
Doin whatever's trendy, even envy me too
Ain't enough room in this town
What is beef between ghetto word spitters with crowns, Star Wars

[Chorus]
Cause this is Star Wars, shots ring out everywhere, Star Wars
Cause this is Star Wars, shots ring out

[Verse 3]
This ain't, no Oscars or MTV or Joan Rivers fashion police
Not what you read in tabloid sheets
These are MC's that live by the code, it's hard for me to spit it
Because the game was supposed to be sold we live it
Came from the streets we the voice of the youth
America's nightmare was given a the mic booth
Nike boots, leathers and jean, jewelry, cribs and cars
Rappers not dependin on your nine to five jobs
Entertainment, this is our world this is our language
Different regions speakin east and west gang ****
You got your positive **** like, Common Sense
But even he had drama with the Don Mega Cube
Acknowledge the words get twisted at times it's rules
What you think is different from the block whenever we feud
**** your pictures and your plaques your tours and autographs
Don't trust bitches and niggaz who tell you you're all of that
Cause, they'll be in your enemies face, sayin it's safe
To run in your release party sprayin the place
Or catch you when you least on point, putting your keys in the door
Behind you with your seeds in Kay Bee Toys store
Maybe the words get disrespectful now your niggaz check you
"You 'gon let that nigga play you? you know we 'gon rep you"
Next mornin every news channel and front page
Headlines: another rapper was slayed. this is Star Wars

Orizio

Very underated Stillmatic track.The beats are on some bizarre mid 90's G-Funk thing but the lyrics are insane.Your Da Man is the same;weakish beats,strong lyrics and flow.

Nas-Smokin'

[Verse One]
Zoom, from outer space he comes
Blunt in his mouth with his hand on his gun
Bitches flappin they gums, do he be clappin and shootin guys
Actor or a movie star, rapper revolutionized
What is his race nation or creed?
Is he Arabic, Black, Latin, Asian they read
Magazines say I walked on water, talked to the heavens
Spit at judges, stepped on peasants
But in reality, I just entered your galaxy
September '73, up in these wild streets
****in these wild freaks, a harem of hoes (God damn)
And my mystique got 'em tearin my clothes

[Chorus]

[Verse Two]
My nigga smoke with one lung
If he cough he might die, passin me trees
The liquor bottle's almost empty
We about to collide, with the enemy
Only way you die if it's meant to be
You ****in with a general
No discussion is the principle we bustin it's the end of you
Now we knockin on your mama door
Like we cam to fix the sink; my kind of war
Death, angels comin for you
Spirit horse runnin from your body like Young Guns 1 and 2
Paramedics fightin for you, who's gon' win?
The hands of time, or the hands of medicine
Don't cry, witness your fate, this is your wake
Walk by your casket, spit in your face
Enter the fog dog, the light is your guide
And when you're gone all your niggaz gon' light up with Nas

[Chorus]

[Verse Three]
Pardon but I gotta question of life now
Look at the nigga next to you right now
Is he real, fake or scared
Do it like this niggaz right hands in the air
Ball it to a fist and put it over your heart
Now let's say it all together let the ceremony start
I shall - stay real, stay true, stay holdin figures
Never put a bitch over my niggaz
I shall never cooperate with the law
Never snake me I always hold you down in war
If they take one of mine, I take one of theirs
I never break the oath to the death I swear
I swear that's how we pledge alegiance, to the alliance
of underworld's killers and thugs, though the science
of a nigga still yet to be found
So light up some green, and pass it around (just pass it around)

ciaran13

Nas- star wars is on the illmatic 10th anniversary for anyonw lookin for it

fave verse is AZ in LIfes a bitch

spacecoyote

"Lyrics" by A.L. on Lyricist Lounge Volume 1. Classic track (apologies in advance for any missprints of misspellings)

Yo...
Microphone yo... corazon yo...

No doubt, lyrics, yo A.L., check it
What you say son?

Raw creation, my nation is trapped, packed like animals
Hannibal canibals lurkin in streets which are flammable
A rastless, hustler's aimin, for the intangible meat
I'm too deep, checkin if beats are compatible
Brain lit off shots, body counts become plural
Hand me a mic, I paint a picture on your mural
Vision of streets, summer's blood, when you need peroxide
Never on the cop's side since my man's pops died
Nuttin's correct to life it's lopside, and cockeyed
I ain't Popeye, so I front hard, to make my glock hot
Thoughts react to the impossible, kill the probable
Constable obstacles, haunt me like my future in a hospital
Until them days, my ways'll be unstoppable
Undroppable, undodgeable, mainly focus illogical
To know it to show it the poet'll grab the Moet
I blow it before I flow it, topics I sew it pockets I dought it
Legitimate cash is the only thing I cream
So the knowledge I fiend, until I raise my seed
Too much greed exceeds, leaves the next man to bleed
Little kids don't read, they're out of touch with we
So I proceed, to make you hear it, just to lead you
with spirits of lyrics, cause I need you, I need you
No doubt son

Lyrics I need you, I breed you, I need you
Lyrics... I need you, I breed you
Lyrics... I need you... I breed you
Lyrics... I need you, I breed you

Check it
I civilize the unwise when I rise to my potential
The instrumental, enables me to move my pencil
Coincidental, to Eintsein's radical mental
Kickin **** like orientals far from gentle I'm essential
When I speak it yo I leak it I freak it, until you peep it
Gun clappers like creep and sneak it, rappers love to critique it
Hey yo they honor us, like a foreigner with a genre
Accounted for visualizing more bodies than a coroner
My streets are evil, minds are feeble run illegal
Livin savage like eagles chainin my people to a needle
While my cerebral, blesses the mic like a cathedral
Thoughts'll lead you verbals'll feed you to seed you I breed you
to head you like psychics I came to read you hip-hop I love you
and I need you rhythmatic automatic fanatic bringin the static
Rappers they panic stay frantic, while I relax on hammocks
Island gigantic volcanic, hard to find, like the Titanic
I came to slam it, to hold it down like the granite
Lyric mechanic organic from the Eastern Atlantic
I run dynamic bendin rappers like they ceramic
Throughout the planet I scampered the banner, that's how I ran it
A genuflection goes out, to those in correction
for recollection, I use the Common Sense Resurrection
So use protection when you step in my direction
Lyric injection, could cause infection in your section
There's no reflection, in this professional selection
Give mic inspections, so I can hold it with affection
Beat perfection, carouse the mental in erection
So vote perfection, House of Reps run elections son

Lyrics I need you, I breed you, I need you
Lyrics... I need you, I breed you
Lyrics... I need you... I breed you
Lyrics... I need you, I breed you

House of Reps, KD, what?
Yeah, you know the deal son, keep it real son
You know the deal son, keep it real son
with lyrics

Ay Cee

Such an undiscovered gem that SC. No one ever mentions that song but it's such a classic.

spacecoyote

Ay Cee wrote:

Such an undiscovered gem that SC. No one ever mentions that song but it's such a classic.

Tell me about it, tis a classic track alright. I can never find anything else by him anywhere though

Ay Cee

I think he may have featured on a track with the Beatnuts.

spacecoyote

Must check into that, some of the beatnuts stuff is not too bad, have a couple of albums and they do have some nice beats.
Cheers:D

R_O_K

Will ye get real 50 cent is D best or Jay Z but fiddys mine listen up closly peeps will ye
hate it or love it (ironic i dont think his d best)
yeah, let's take 'em back
Uh-huh..

Comin up I was confused, my mommy kissin a girl
Confusion occurs comin up in the cold world
Daddy ain't around, probably out commitin felonies
My favorite rapper used to sing, Check check out My Melody
I wanna live good, so **** I sell dope
Four-four finger ring, one of them gold ropes
nana told me if I passed I'd get a sheepskin coat
If I can move a few packs I'd get the hat, now that'd be dope
Tossed and turned in my sleep that night
Woke up the next mornin, niggaz had stole my bike
Different day, same ****, ain't nuttin good in the hood
I'd run away from this bitch and never come back if I could

Ay Cee

That's actually a DJ Honda track he appears on. Just checked it at home here. It's on the HII album. AL is on it with Ju Ju from The Beatnuts, Cuban Link and Missin' Linx

astro

"You claim to be a playa
But, I ****ed your wife"
-2pac R.I.P

Orizio

Hands up who's in favour of me banning anyone that posts 50 lyrics in this thread?:D

Two of the illest lyrically.

Chino XL F/ Ras Kass-Riiiot!!!!!

You prayed for me and I came! How far you niggaz wanna push me?
I'm leaving the crowds happy like OJ Simpson when he got his first
white pussy
But I'm still annoyed blowin through your selenoid
Bringing more Blues to Brothers than Jon Belushi and Dan Akroyd
Governmently engineered like E Bola for this rap garage sale
by this industry I'm trying not to get ****ed like 2Pac in jail
You can hate me, but await me like I'm Magic Johnson's
death in a box with Jordan's pops that ass'll never take another
breath
cuz, I write the songs like Barry Manilow
I like my Sugar Brown like Hugh Grant ****ed D'Angelo
Now I got niggaz claimin they saw God unfortunately
He wasn't in the person of Master Farad Muhammad
Some often ask how can this nigga molest the English alphabet
in one hundred words or less it ain't the chronic
It's all in the mind like Johnny Mmemonic
Before my word is born, surgeons administer antibiotics
to drain the phonics, amniotic fluids
Delivery, to get Nia deep in your Peeples like Howard Hewett
Half-Hitler, half-Jewish, I'm gassed off myself
Icono-clismic, twisted without the use of fiber optics
Noxious I blows out the sockets I got your Adam's Apples in my pockets
Bull**** like Timmy McVey, like kiddie porn I'm getting popular
Popular, no ocular, MC's perp particular
but not quite yet perpendicular
Compound fractures fibulas when niggaz step, contest the upper torso
I got Chino's back like a dorsal, fin
Comprehend, we bend men from within
Chorus: Chino, Ras
Your strength in numbers couldn't hit
The yellow nigga from the Gravity click
You don't give a **** as long as bud gets lit
You're ****in with the HemiSidal lunatics
Like licorice, niggaz begin to twist
Lay back and watch your idols get ripped
Yo signify if your crew roll thick
(Yeah) East Coast (West Coast) beeeotch!!!
Verse Two: Ras Kass, Chino XL
I circumnavigate the globe with a one-liner like, latitude
Put my rhymes in mixed fortune cookies to leave Confucious confused
The day a nigga serve Ras is when faggots start straight bashing
Without Jermaine Dupri I'm SoSoDef that I need closed captions
Won't see me stressed from no East/West conflict
the interest Chino X/Ras Kass like Layne Tito removed you from your
bench
My retina expands, my brain is trapped like a rat on a running wheel
Praise the yellow God or I'ma leave you scarred like that nigga Seal
Vernacular understandable, you in a hearse, megahertz, the truth hurts
Slang botanical, you're moving on time-lapse camera
Indestractable, dig me like an excavation multiracial valuable
Take you out like Saafir took out Casual
So check the milk that Jersey made
I turn artistic children bilingual
On parallel bars I create new dismounts like Chechincko
So keep it short and sweet like Sherman Hemsley bonafide queer
While I shoot **** up you're shooting gerbils up your asshole like
Richard Gere
Verse Three: Ras Kass, Chino XL
Bitch ass niggaz what see?
I gives a **** who's certified platinum or gold
Cause I got rhymes for every unit you sold
Your plaques corrode when I collage colloquials
At first the buzz was local but now the nose grows like Pinnochio
No lie, no T-H-C, T-H-E, T-H-O-U-G-H-T
Makes me high in intelligence quotient
I drop facts like attache
Exfoliate rap and come cleaner than Jeru's enema
What's the secret within my esophagus
is discovered like Tutenkahmen's sarcophogous
I got niggaz lookin for Webster's like George Papadopolous
Yo Ras pardon me my unfamiliar soliloquies, similies
similar to Reginald Denny's, facial injuries
You couldn't locate my transient thoughts with lo-jack
Molest your mind like Oprah Winfrey's behind when she was a small
child
Punchlines with more elasticity than Biggie's stretch marks
Chino X sparks, mad urban
I ain't scared to put the things that going around me
on tape like Mark Fuhrman
Sexing picture perfect hoes like Pocahontas often
And I'd rather hear Willie Nelson than ****ing Montell Jordan!

spacecoyote

Ay Cee wrote:

That's actually a DJ Honda track he appears on. Just checked it at home here. It's on the HII album. AL is on it with Ju Ju from The Beatnuts, Cuban Link and Missin' Linx

Honda is a pretty hot producer. I had H, the album before HII (strangely enough;) ). But i leant it to a guy i used to work with and never saw it again, the b*stard!!! Was an excellent album, thats just put it back in my head, might have to do a bit of searching for both of those albums. Cheers AC

spacecoyote

Orizio wrote:

Hands up who's in favour of me banning anyone that posts 50 lyrics in this thread?:D

typing with my nose, both hands are firmly up:D

Rockee

Any of the verses of this tune.....
http://www.elyrics4u.com/o/omish_paradise_wierd_al_yankovic.htm